Shade and Razer trailed after Train to refill their plates.
“They eat any more of that casserole, I won’t be the only one not getting laid tonight.” She stared down at the women’s only partially eaten dinner. Neither of them had put the best part of the dinner on their plates. “Are you two sick or something? You didn’t eat much. You should have tried that casserole …”
Beth cut her green beans into tiny dots. “We’ve eaten it before.”
“It’s a little heavy on my stomach,” Lily explained.
“Mine, too. Thank God I didn’t wear my leather pants tonight. The ones I’m wearing have elastic. I saved room for the cake Willa made for Train. Before I forget, can you text me that recipe for the casserole? Hammer and Jonas will eat that shit up …”
A light finally went on over her head when she saw the secretive look the two sisters shared.
“If you don’t—”
“That’s not it,” Beth hastened to stop her.
“Then what is it?” She narrowed her eyes at them.
“It’s the men’s favorite dish, especially Train’s.”
“Which bitch makes it? Or do all the women make it for them?”
“Stori, and don’t bother asking her for the recipe. She won’t give it out. I even tried to make it several times from recipes I found on the web. Razer says it’s good, but even I can tell it doesn’t taste the same.”
“I wouldn’t worry about it. Saves you from making dinner when she cooks it.” She gave them a speculative look. “It doesn’t look like it bothers you when Razer and Shade scarf down that candy Willa makes.”
“Stori isn’t Willa. And Willa gave us her recipe. She even helped us make it the first couple of times.”
She stared at the women, shocked. Beth and Lily weren’t like her. They were nice. She could even see Rachel, who was sitting further down, was agreeing with them.
“I thought you would be mad about it, too. Train usually drools over her when she makes it for him.”
Killyama shrugged. “I don’t worry about what other women put on a plate to give my man. It’s under the covers I worry about. You bitches are just being sensitive.”
“I told Beth that.” Lily avoided Beth’s glare.
“Then why don’t you go get some, then?” Beth challenged.
“I’m full.”
The women started talking about the church store when the men came back. Killyama noticed that Train had filled another plate with an even bigger helping of the casserole. She then saw Beth, Lily, and Rachel look at their men’s full plates when they sat down.
She saw Stori take a seat at the other end of the table, talking animatedly with Viper. Winter, who was sitting next to him, didn’t seem any happier than the other women at the table.
“I’ll be right back. That looks too good to resist,” she told Train as she got up.
He grinned up at her. “I told you. You’ll be lucky if there is any left.”
“Then I’ll swipe some of yours,” she said as she made her way into the kitchen.
He was right; there wasn’t any left. Dishing the spoonful that was left, she went back to the dining room, stopping by Stori’s chair.
The woman glanced up and saw her standing by her side.
“You make the casserole?”
Stori’s fork paused by her mouth as she nodded.
“It’s delicioso.”
She lowered her fork to her plate. “What …? Thank you?”
“Train is teaching me French. I thought I’d throw that word out there. That casserole is so good it deserves the effort.”
Stori beamed. “Thank you. Next time I make it, I’ll make sure to save you some extra for later, like I do for Train. But, I think delicioso is Spanish.”
“Whatever.” Killyama shrugged. “It’s still good. Do me a favor, text me that recipe. Sex Piston and Stud will love it. I’m going to call her tonight so she can get the ingredients.”
“Uh … I don’t …” She stopped, fear flashing across her face as Killyama’s shrewd gaze captured hers. “I can do that,” she finally said with a nod.
“Thanks. You have your phone handy? I’ll give you my number.”
“Sure.”
Killyama left the defeated bitch after rattling off her number with a last parting shot. “And don’t forget any ingredients. Sex Piston gets pissed when a recipe doesn’t come out the way she expects it to.”
Train shook his head at the minuscule portion on her plate when she sat back down. “I told you there wasn’t much left. Shade always eats as much as I do.”
Lily stood jerkily to her feet. “Are you ready to cut your cake?”
“I’ve been ready.” Train patted his flat belly.
Killyama watched him get up and move to stand by the cake where Willa was waiting. She laughed with the others at the table at the raucous birthday song Viper had started as Train cut into the first slice. Then he let Willa and Lily serve the others.